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Territorial	By : Hedder Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don’t own jack, not even a car. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto 3. I promise to put them back when I’m done.

A special thanks to Katsuyo for being my beta and making my words “pretty” :3

Things said in ‘single quotations’ indicate Akamaru’s speech. Only Inuzuka clan members can understand the large fluff ball. X3

Italics mean private thoughts.

Mixed Signals

“Naruto…chew,” Iruka said covering his face with one hand, “please chew…”

“But I’m getting to the best part!” Naruto whined, not wanting slow down his story by senseless chewing. It all went to the same place.

Iruka watched Naruto out of the corner of his eye as noodles flew out of the blonde’s mouth.

“So it turned out -”

Slurp.

“That the girl wasn’t-”

Another slurp.

“Kidnapped!” he swallowed the noodles without chewing. “She staged the whole thing.”

“Really?” Iruka asked, sighing at the pile of ramen on the floor around them. “Why did she do that?”

Naruto shrugged, his high collar almost touching his ear lobes.
“Spoiled, I guess - she really craved attention.” He laughed, “I should have told her all she had to do was act socially detached like Sasuke.”

Iruka coughed.

Last time Naruto brought up his boyfriend’s name, he learned more than he wanted to about the Uchiha’s anatomy.

Waaaay too much.

“What did the Hokage say?” he asked trying to change the subject.

“Baa-chan?” Naruto grumbled, “She was just happy the fee was non-refundable …probably has another debt to pay again.”

Iruka laughed and rubbed the edge of his scar, “Come to think it…she asked me for some money the other day in exchange for...um….” the tips of his ears turned pink, “How’s Konohamaru’s extra training going?”

“Great,” Naruto waved his chopsticks around, oblivious to the mess he was making and continued, “…although Ebisu didn’t appreciate the new sexy jutsu we came up with…”

Naruto crossed his arms and pouted. Ebisu had threatened to tell Sasuke about the technique, which was supposed to be a surprise for their anniversary. After a heated debate Naruto had reluctantly agreed to take over Ebisu’s team for a month. It really was unfair. He sulked until Matsu placed another bowl in front of him.

Iruka smiled as he watched Naruto scarf down his sixth bowl of ramen.

“Welcome! Nishi get these two a towel,” Teuchi called out, “…on second thought get a couple more.”

Iruka leaned over and took another bite of ramen, feeling the slight prickling of chakra to his right. He felt sorry for whoever just got caught in the storm outside.

There was the sound of rustling and all of sudden his whole side was… wet? His grip tightened on his chopsticks and his eye twitched.

If Kakashi was trying to pull his wet t-shirt prank on him again…

Iruka turned, ready to scowl but his breath suddenly hitched. Kiba stood three feet away scolding a grinning Akamaru.

“I don’t care if it’s quicker. You can’t do that in public.”

Akamaru whined.

“That was one time!”

The nin-dog huffed and tilted his head.

“I’m not doing it! It only works when I don’t have clothes on.”

Iruka’s eyes widened, his face turning red as Teuchi handed the pair a stack of towels.

“Thanks,” Kiba said, still frowning at Akamaru.

Iruka’s stomached tightened when the younger man shrugged off his black jacket, revealing tawny fishnet covered skin. The undershirt molded to every curve and well- defined muscle. Kiba grumbled and ran his hand through his hair a couple times making it even more unruly. His pants, heavy with water, sagged lower on his hips, showing the tiniest trace of dark hair.

Oh…my…

Kiba was now bending over to dry Akamaru off with a towel, his backside facing the chuunin. A shot of pleasure went through Iruka’s body as he watched the black fabric pull tightly.

Akamaru made a noise and Kiba straightened up, the muscles in his back rippling. Iruka froze when he spun around and stared at him with an amused expression.

Kiba’s sharp canines flashed in a grin, “You forget how to eat, Sensei?” he asked, a hint of provoking laughter in his eyes.

Iruka blinked, what the hell did that –

Oh my god.

He turned around and shoved the hanging noodles in his mouth, a flush of humiliation staining his cheeks.

Okay - that was embarrassing. Nothing was sexier than half chewed food. He looked down his ramen as Kiba chuckled. Iruka really hoped he wasn’t turning into Naruto.

“What would you like?” Teuchi asked, pulling Kiba’s eyes away from Iruka, letting the older man relax.

There was a bark from Akamaru and Kiba answered, “one Chashumen and one Tantanmen.”

“Excellent. Nishi. Matsu.”

Tenuchi turned around waving his hands at his two clumsy employees. He really hoped they didn’t burn anything…again.

Iruka tried in vain to look like he was eating his food but his chopsticks kept coming to his lips empty. He stared at Kiba out the corner of his eye. Being a schoolteacher surrounded by kunai happy kids he had developed excellent peripheral vision over the years...not to mention one always had to watch out for the rogue paper airplanes made out of explosive tags and senbon needle.

Honestly, Genma could be such a pain.

“Is Ayame away again?” Kiba asked sitting down, sliding a leg over the
stool as he did.

Teuchi smiled, “Oh she has some friends from out of town visiting. I told her that she could take the night off.”

He handed Kiba a cup of sake and added, “It’s on the house...it’ll help warm you up.”

The dog nin smiled brightly and downed the cup in one gulp.

“I haven’t seen you around lately,” Teuchi said cautiously pouring more sake.

He filled a bowl with water and handed it to Kiba.

“Mission…” Kiba replied, setting the water on the stool next to him.
He had been on a mission?

Iruka eyed the bandage on Kiba’s arm, tightly covering his left bicep.

Well, that makes sense…

Iruka frowned. He hadn’t remembered seeing Kiba hand in a report in the past couple of weeks. In fact - he thought the Jounin was on some sort of leave.

“…with my old team,” continued Kiba.

Oh...that explained it.

He did remember Shino and Hinata turning in a couple missions but he was sure Inuzuka’s name wasn’t on the list.

It wasn’t like he specifically searched for the Inuzuka’s name…

“It must have been nice being with friends,” commented Teuchi as he took the bowls from his eager helpers and handed them over to Kiba,
“BBQ Pork and beef.”

Kiba shrugged, “Yeah.”

He took the bowls, setting the pork on the stool next to him. Akamaru wagged his tail excitedly.

“Hey Kiba!”

Iruka grunted, finding his face dangerously close to his bowl. Naruto’s hands pushed down on his back, as the blonde leaned over him smiling at Kiba. Iruka raised a finger and pushed his bowl away from his head

There was a heavy pause before Kiba responded, “Naruto.”

“You just got back from a mission?”

“Yeah.”

Iruka tried to push himself back up, only to be shoved down further.

“What rank?” Naruto asked excitedly.
“B,” Kiba grunted.

“Hah!” Naruto hopped up and down.

Iruka crossed his arms and gritted his teeth in annoyance as his hitai-ate
hit the table … again… and again… and again…

“I just finished an A,” bragged the blonde.

“I heard it was a flop,” countered Kiba.

Naruto collapsed on Iruka’s back defeated and subsequently slammed the man’s head even harder onto the countertop.

“Who told?”

“Sasuke,” Kiba smiled sweetly.

“WHAT?” Naruto hopped off of Iruka’s back his face turning red.

“Yeah,” Kiba continued, “He said you cried when you found out that it
wasn’t a real mission.”

“He said that?”

“Yep. The bastard said something about you crying more than Sakura…”

Iruka sat up in time to see Naruto thrust a wad of money into Teuchi’s hands and run off screaming something about a castration jutsu.

“Thanks,” Iruka pushed up his hitai-ate and rubbed the skin beneath and murmured with a frown, “…but Sasuke is away on a mission…”

Kiba snorted and drank the rest of his sake, holding the cup out for
Teuchi, “The idiot will figure it out when he gets home.”

Teuchi handed him the bottle.

Iruka leaned towards him and asked, “So who really told you?”

“It’s a secret,” Kiba grinned and poured a third cup for himself and downed it.

“Come on,” he coaxed, “I can keep a secret.”

The chair tipped as he leaned closer.

Kiba’s nostrils flared and he shoved a piece of meat into his mouth, mumbling.

“Huh?” Iruka leaned ever closer turning his head, his ear inches away from Kiba’s mouth.

“Sake?” Kiba asked and shoved the bottle in front of Iruka’s face.
Iruka blinked and sat back, “No thanks…it’s a school night.”

“I’m glad I no longer have school nights.”

To prove his point Kiba finished off the bottle in his hand, the ridge of his nose becoming slightly pink. There was a choking sound as Teuchi sulked in the corner.

Iruka laughed, countering, “You have missions though…you can’t be drunk on those.”

Kiba’s lips curled into a wicked grin, “I can do all sorts of things when there’s no supervision.”

“Oh,” Iruka nervously started to eat his cold ramen trying to not imagine what sort of things the Jounin could do.

Akamaru barked and stared at Iruka, nudging Kiba’s thigh.

“What’d he say?”

Kiba’s dug his knee into the dog’s side but a trace of amusement lingered on his lips. Akamaru barked again and snapped at the offending knee, making Iruka raise his brow in question.

Kiba nibbled thoughtfully on one of his chopsticks, “He wants to know if you would like to supervise me.”

“Su…sup…what?” Iruka face burned, not sure how to answer.

He instinctively wanted nothing more than to ‘supervise’ the younger man. The past year he found himself constantly lusting after the Jounin. Kiba possessed a raw sexuality, a simmering eroticism that shaped his very walk and underscored his every move. All of it made Iruka weak at the knees.

But Kiba used to be a student… his student. Wasn’t that against some sort of unwritten rule?

He must have been lost in thought for a while because Kiba poked his nose, a sharp nail grazed his flesh, “Sensei…it was a joke.”

Iruka blinked and fidgeted, “Of course, Kiba-kun.”

There was a cough and both turned to see Teuchi giving them an apologetic smile, “Gentlemen - I’m afraid it’s time for me to close…”

Both shinobi quickly apologized and paid for their meals, Kiba leaving extra to compensate for the sake he consumed.

Stepping out from under the overhang, Iruka stretched and glanced up at the sky. Kiba stood next to him an inch shorter.

“At least it stopped raining, hmm?” he asked.

To Iruka’s disappointment Kiba tied his jacket around his waist, covering his hips.

“Bah, it’s going to rain again soon.”

“I thought you liked the rain…you used to rush out of the classroom when it was raining.”

Kiba shrugged and tried to shove his hands in his still damp pants.

“I’ll see you around,” Iruka said smiling, placing a hand on Kiba’s shoulder.

Originally, he had only meant for it to be a quick pat on the shoulder, any reason to touch him but his hand seemed to melt to the warm skin. He could feel the taunt muscle beneath his hand twitch. Holding his breath, his thumb slowly grazed the curve of the man’s neck and felt a faint pulse. Iruka flicked his eyes to Kiba’s, his heart beginning to thump.
Iruka loved Kiba’s eyes. He loved the way the pupils were slightly elliptical, giving the man a wild and predatory look. He loved how the coffee brown irises were flecked with tiny bits of copper and rimmed with black. He couldn’t tear his gaze away. Kiba’s eyes always held a glint of playfulness, not the innocent mischief of a boy, but something far more dangerous.

Kiba grabbed his wrist, removing his hand, the grip sent a pleasant chill through his arm and he gave a small gasp. He saw a flash of white as Kiba bared his teeth, growling low in his throat. Iruka frowned and glanced down at his hand where Kiba had let go it felt strangely cold. He knew he must have made the other feel uncomfortable. The teacher - embarrassed for his actions, looked up ready to apologize but both Jounin and nin-dog were already gone.

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Kiba slid down against the back wall of Ichiraku’s. He threw his head back and banged it a couple of times biting his hand. The bitter metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

Why did he have to touch him?

Akamaru licked Kiba’s face, ‘You okay?’

“No.”

‘That bad?’

Kiba scowled and pushed Akamaru away from him, “You were there…you saw it.”

Iruka had to stop challenging him. He was getting too many mixed signals.

“At first he’s almost submissive and then he goes and tries to…” Kiba bit his hand again and growled, “I almost attacked him.”

Akamaru sighed, ‘I don’t think he means to do it. I’m sure he doesn’t understand.’

“He never stares anyone else in the eyes,” Kiba grumbled.

‘True, but I’m not convinced he means to. He’s not familiar with our clan’s way…maybe he’s just trying to be friendly?’

Kiba frowned and tentatively licked his hand.

Attraction or not, he couldn’t back down from a challenge.

Iruka was lucky that he had glanced down giving Kiba a chance to bolt. It didn’t help that Naruto had rubbed his goddamn scent all over the chuunin earlier making Kiba feel particularly frustrated and angry.

‘Probably doesn’t help that you’re drunk.’

“I’m not drunk.”

Akamaru snorted, ‘You know damn well that alcohol makes your … alpha tendencies increase.’

“I needed the distraction?” countered Kiba with a shrug.

He really did need the distraction. When Iruka had leaned forward earlier, all Kiba could think about what that scar running over his nose. That damn scar made his mouth water. It practically begged him to lick it...then he had turned his head offering him his neck.

If only the vest’s collar was lower…

Kiba poked the nin-dog hard and hissed, “You didn’t have to go and make the suggestion that he supervise me! It probably scared the shit out of him!”

‘Well, that wasn’t exactly what I said... I remember I suggested that-’

“Like that was any better to say?”

‘Hey! I’m the one that told you he was there in the first place! You owe me!’

“I would have noticed, you know.”

Akamaru grinned, ‘True - but you would have missed the noodles hanging out of his mouth.’

Kiba chuckled and closed his eyes, “He’s turning into Naruto.”

Akamaru frowned. Tonight had been a close call for both shinobi. He could have sworn he had smelled arousal on Iruka’s part but Kiba missed it because the dominance struggle over powered it. If Iruka was interested he was going about it the wrong way. It was time to talk to Tsume.

‘Let’s go home, I’m tired,’ said Akamaru with a yawn.

“Alright, but I’ve got to pee first.”

Akamaru laughed.

“What?”
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